Japan knocked tenativly on Canada's door, fearful as to what was on the other side. America opened it. The only expression in his blue eyes, nurvous wreck. "America-san, are you ok? What's going on?"
Several crashes were heard as he bustled back inside, not bothering to close the door as he tried to control all the...Canadian animals. "These Polor Bears won't listen," he explained. "no, not one little bit. Those birds and cats wreck the walls, and throw their violent fits. It's up to me to control them, 'cause planely, you can see," he chased a squirle until he hit the wall. "it has to be my true contry, 'cause it's what my uniform is telling me!" Japan just noticed that America's cow lick was replaced with Canada's hair curl at a middle hair part and the Canadian coat replaced his bomber jacket. He still knew it was America because Canada's hair isn't that short.
The Japanese left for Russia's place. As he entered, he saw Canada with Lithuania, Latvia, and Estonia smacking him violently. "I try to keep them fearful, put a gasp within their voice," he explained. "but no matter what I do, It seems like a disgrace." He tried pulling out a gun, and they looked fearful for a second. "I have to terrorfy them, 'cause planely, you can see," He looked over to see that Japan was just holding up a very creepy picture. "it has to be my true country, 'cause it's what my uniform is telling me." Canada gestured to his long white scarf and coat and scattered long blond hair in Russia's style.
Japan went over to China's house, expecting the Chinese man to be in there cooking or cleaning as usual, instead, he found Russia there, bending backwards to China's boss' every will. "I really don't like picking friut, and farming is a pain!" he sighed. "No matter how much I try, I just can't fix this drain! I have so manny chores to do, it's no fun being me," he rubbed his head from where tools hit him. "but it must be my true country, 'cause it's what my uniform is telling me." His platnum blond hair was in a ponietail with China's hair part and he didn't wear a scarf or coat of any kind over his Chinese uniform.
At this point, Japan didn't want to know what he'd find as he moved on to England and saw China fumbling with the magic stuff. "I can't really cast these spells, this potion is wierd too!" he complained. "What's with all these voodoo dolls? Someone tell me what to do! I simply must perfect this, but sadly, you can see," he jumped as his potion literally exploded in his face. "my true country is this sad scean, but it's what my uniform is telling me." His ponietail was gone, his hair was a hot mess, going every which way, and over his shoulders was a black cloak with the hood down over his English uniform.
Japan feared what he'd see as he approatched Italy's home, but what he feared even more was what he'd smell. The cloud of smoke covered all of Europe as England was found in the kitchen, pasta ingredients spilled everywhere. "Taste this what I made here, I think it is ediable." He winced as he tasted it and spat it back out. "Mind lending me a hand here, I am in bloody trouble!" He shoved a spoon at Japan, then violently stirred the pots. "You can fix this sause, I think it might be fair!" He squealed like a little girl when he uncovered one of the manny sauses that needed fixing as it nearly burned his face off. He franticly turned off the stove and sank on the floor. "My true country is not pretty, but it's what my uniform is telling me." England's hair was parted in the middle with a small, low hair curl to his left. His green uniform was replaced with a bright navy blue uniform as England waved a white flag to the kitchen.
As Japan followed his pattern, he left for Germany, not surprised when he saw that the country was showered in white flags, Italy cowaring under a table. "I know that I must train them, the army and the force," He peeked at the army of Germans glaring at him. "but I simply cannot do it, if we were married, I want divorce!" He looked at Japan fearfully. "They just scare me way too much, but as you can simpy see, it's got to be my true country, 'cause it's what my uniform is telling me." He came out from under the table to show his red brown hair was slick back with a few strands falling in his face. His uniform was again replaced with Germany's.
He continued to France to find Germany scaring the girls away. "My hormones need satisfaction, but as you can simply see," He gestured to all the girls trebling from his face. "I cannot find a partner who would fall in love with me." He sat and slumpped sadly. "I have to some how love one, yes only one might do." As Germany walked through the courtyards and parks, all the girls drained from sight. "As you can see, they don't want me." He then gestured to his appearance. "But it's what my uniform is telling me." Germany's short hair was down with a cut in the middle and waved short locks of gold. A bright blue violet cloak rested on his shoulders and bright red pants covered his legs.
Japan concluded his chain of discoveries in America, seeing France smacking a video game controler. "You've got to be kidding! There no way that I had died!" he yelled at the TV. "Maybe if I have ice cream, that would make a nice bright side." He reached for the ice cream, but set it back down as he ran to the bathroom and puked. "This just cannot happen, what is wrong with me?" he stood and pounded his fist on the table. "My true contry is just not me!" His hair was split on the right side of his face with a cowlick. His once beautifully waved golden locks were now straight and only curved at his head, lacking volume. His pants were tan and a brown bomber jacket with a white 50 on the back covered his tan shirt. "But it's got to be,"
A: It's got to be,
C: My true country,
R: My true country,
Ch: It's what my uniform,
E: It's what my uniform,
All: It's what my uniform is telling me!
The Japanese man looked at his friends who were more than obviously out of place. He knew that it was up to him to get everyone back to their own countries, and make everything back to the way it was. There was only one question in his mind. How can this me fixed?